Bandz in My Cargo

[Intro]
Huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, woah
Woah, uh, huh, hah, uh
Bands in my cargos

[Chorus]
Walk up in the club and I'm lookin' like a star, ho
I know you see my wrist, that bitch cost way more than your car note
Trap doin' numbers, more numbers than a barcode
Flexin' with the models, stuntin', pass the bottles
Them bands in my cargos, them bands in my cargos
Walk up in the club and I'm lookin' like a star, ho
Them bands in my cargos, them bands in my cargos
Flexin' with the models, stuntin', pass the bottles

[Verse 1]
Walk up in the club, they like, "Damn, that's Dutchie"
My new bitch bad, but my wrist game ugly
Pull up in that foreign, now your bitch sayin' she love me (Skrrt)
Whole time I pull up in a old school Cutty
It's lovely, fuck some Forgis, these Vellanos (Let's gеt it)
Deep-dish shawty, I got cheese like Giordano's
Or nachos, you see my watch, ho? That's Picasso
I'm splurgin', picture pеrfect, snapshot, ho
I got dough, but you a popped ho, so you can't leave with me (Silly bitch)
I'm iced out, my designer belt where the heater be (Boom)
How many drinks will it take for you to leave with me?
Or how many blunts I got to smoke for you to eat a G?

[Chorus]
Walk up in the club and I'm lookin' like a star, ho
I know you see my wrist, that bitch cost way more than your car note
Trap doin' numbers, more numbers than a barcode
Flexin' with the models, stuntin', pass the bottles
Them bands in my cargos, them bands in my cargos
Walk up in the club and I'm lookin' like a star, ho
Them bands in my cargos, them bands in my cargos
Flexin' with the models, stuntin', pass the bottles

[Verse 2]
Robin jean cargos, True Religion cargos
Thirty full of hollows, you play, you catch them hollows
All I drink is Sprite, but I'm still poppin' bottles
And these the new Mikes, shawty, I don't wear no [?]
But nah, bro, I ball, ho, somethin' like a shortstop
Smokin' all this loud, I can't even hear the cork pop
I ain't tryna talk, is we gon' fuck, bitch, and whatnot?
You bailin' out with us or you bailin' to the bus stop?
VIP, pop bottles, the G, yeah, he pop hollows
Catch me gettin' top from America's top model
Fuck the opps, get money — That's my motto
And I got them bands, got them bands in my cargos

[Chorus]
Walk up in the club and I'm lookin' like a star, ho
I know you see my wrist, that bitch cost way more than your car note
Trap doin' numbers, more numbers than a barcode
Flexin' with the models, stuntin', pass the bottles
Them bands in my cargos, them bands in my cargos
Walk up in the club and I'm lookin' like a star, ho
Them bands in my cargos, them bands in my cargos
Flexin' with the models, stuntin', pass the bottles

[Outro]
The club, I'm lookin' like a star
My wrist, bling, bling
Notes, barcode
The models, bottles
Bands, bands, and them bands
Bands